When lockdown/isolation started in California in March and salons were not considered an essential service–even in Beverly Hills(!)–the #longhairdontcare trend really took hold, as we all know.
By June, I was looking pretty shaggy. So much so that I finally got to try to re-create the picture of W. C. Davenport, taken by Elmer Chickering, given to me by my sister long ago.
My fiancee took the time to style me up like the old photo and then was patient with me as I tried to sit still without messing things up. I had grown out my mustache so long that it was starting to have split ends. I probably was doing something wrong, but that’s how it goes.
My Grandfather
W.C. Davenport
Eleanore Davenport
I don’t know these people. If anyone knows this Eleanore Davenport or W.C. Davenport, please send an email to WhoIsWCDavenport@raabidfun.com.
The result of that June afternoon’s work, side-by-side with the original:
How are you today, old friend? 
Wicked awesome to see a world I recognize!
It wasn’t until the end of the month that she first cut my hair. And then yesterday I cut hers. Stay tuned.